Calandra chimed the night bell for the clock that had busted. It was the only way to keep time moving in Camp Half-Blood, what with all the magic floating around. Finishing with the bell, the young demi-goddess wiped a smudge from her shoe.

"You know, we can always fix the clock, Calandra," Chrion said to the girl.

"No, I need a place to be, and if it means keeping time rolling, then so be it," Calandra replied to the centuar.